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Posts tagged ‘family’

Getting to know her

July 17th, 2019

The kid likes leaving notes for people. The kid likes Dig Dug, and wears a Tiny Arcade machine I got her on a lanyard. The kid likes throwing one of my flannel shirts over me when she finds me napping on the sofa. The kid likes sequins. And glue guns. And canvases to which she […]

I had thought my father’s funeral would be mirror the Comedian’s service in Watchmen — shitty weather, a handful of mourners lost in their individual memories of the man, and a brief set of platitudes uttered over the departed’s remains. When it was over, we’d briefly shake hands or hug before retreating to our personal […]

I was driving through the tunnel and had my phone muted, so I missed Lil Bro’s text. I didn’t even realize he’d sent it until I started settling into my cubicle and my phone buzzed. “Did you get my text? The visiting nurse found Dad dead this morning.” I didn’t feel sad or guilty or […]

Front and center

May 9th, 2019

Pal Keith was ruminating the other day about his recent trip to Berlin, and how much its high-density, pedestrian-friendly model contrasts with the auto-happy sprawl on this side of the pond. Some of that can be chalked up to the encirclement the west sector of that city experienced during the Cold War, along with Europe’s […]

Maura and I picked up the old man at the rehab, located in the ass end of North Andover. It was first time I’d seen him in a month and he looked…not great, but considerably better than the previous time I saw him. He was still depressingly thin and shrunken, but had put on a […]

The old man’s move into rehab was delayed by a lack of available beds and a flu epidemic which ruled out a facility in nearby Wilmington in favor on one up in North Andover. We kept in touch through texts and phone calls, but I didn’t bother visiting him in person. When this shit started […]

The morning after I visited the old man in the hospital, we got a six AM call on our landline. Maura picked up the cordless receiver. “Caller ID says it’s from your father,” she said as she handed it off to me. I was expecting the worst. What I got was a repeat of a […]

Sometime around the end of November, I got a text from my brother asking if I’d spoken with our dad recently. He was worried because he could barely understand a thing the old man said during their latest phone conversation, and thought something bigger might be going on. I didn’t think too much of it. […]

Been that kind of year

March 13th, 2019

The man responsible for shaping me into the person I am, for good and ill, was found dead in his apartment yesterday. I hadn’t spoken with him in about a month. Despite a lot of talk about being a better person, he’d slipped into his manipulative ways. I called him out on it, after which […]

Where the heart was

June 13th, 2018

Yesterday’s post got me to thinking about my grandmother’s duplex, particularly the side where my family resided for not quite half a decade. There are a lot of not great memories associated with it. It’s where our domestic dysfunctions entered the final downward spiral culminating in my mother’s death. It’s also where I struggled through […]

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